midnight confessionals

there's nothing like coffee and suicide

youd think after

reading of so many other

authors' awful demise

i wouldnt be one to sing a reprise

ive mimicked plath's confessionals

sexton's seed vines, have grown my throat

but absolutely horrifically worst of all

i sang the only one i know, note for note

a silent whimper, the kind behind your eyes

hemingway was tragic, ive clenched his prose

fond of teasdale's lyrics, she inspired my own

they're very familiar, like a song youve known

during that solemn orchard tune,

stanzas and fruit are bound to hang and fall

that last line will drop

it wont make it into the song

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Considering the deaths of Plath, Sexton and Hemingway, I think perhaps Hemingway was the most tragic of all. I read that his last few years were marked by great physical and emotional suffering, as he was also treated with electroshock therapy, which instead of improving his condition, impaired his memory, making writing impossible. To no longer be able to do the one thing he loved most must have been devastating. Was it suicide? I guess we'll never know. Thank you for arousing my curiosity. Good to meet you, Everett!

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😭😭😭 this is my absolute favorite. You are so good at this!

“ What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.”
― A.P. Chekhov

[Everett Dulin]

Thank you, I was really trying to make it not sound crazy angsty. Even though it's short it took me way too long to write.